Knockoff Elvis
(Alright, yeah let's run it)
I'm no different than a counterfeit
Torn up two dollar bill
Like a royal flush that's been draining my love
I'm still chasing a thrill, yeah
If you're counting my cards, I'm not showing my hand
But your eyes are so soft, and they're drawing me in
I've been building you up
You've been breaking me out
We've been spinning this wheel
'Til it breaks down
But I could be your Elvis for the night
Yeah you could dress me up just right
I'll do a real nice impression
But deep down I'm just guessing
In a cheap suit rolling dice
Dancing to a devil in disguise
I'll still be counting my lucky sevens
I'll be your knockoff Elvis
You're a red roulette, I'm a cigarette
And you're burning me out
So I'll just pretend
Make it up in my head
Cause if I tried to break this down
And be honest I think that I'd just fall apart
Hit the jackpot and break up my stupid heart
You can call me a liar
I'll call you a fraud
Maybe we should admit that we're both kinda off
But I could be your Elvis for the night
Yeah you could dress me up just right
I'll do a real nice impression
But deep down I'm just guessing
In a cheap suit rolling dice
Dancing to a devil in disguise
I'll still be counting my lucky sevens
I'll be your knockoff Elvis
I'll be your knockoff Elvis
Yeah, yeah
Why you gotta do that baby
Why you gotta do those things to me
Why you gotta do that baby
Why you gotta do those things to me
I'm no different than a counterfeit
Torn up two dollar bill
Like a royal flush that's been draining my love
I'm still chasing a thrill, yeah
If you're counting my cards, I'm not showing my hand
But your eyes are so soft, and they're drawing me in
I've been building you up
You've been breaking me out
We've been spinning this wheel
'Til it breaks down
But I could be your Elvis for the night
Yeah you could dress me up just right
I'll do a real nice impression
But deep down I'm just guessing
In a cheap suit rolling dice
Dancing to a devil in disguise
I'll still be counting my lucky sevens
I'll be your knockoff Elvis
You're a red roulette, I'm a cigarette
And you're burning me out
So I'll just pretend
Make it up in my head
Cause if I tried to break this down
And be honest I think that I'd just fall apart
Hit the jackpot and break up my stupid heart
You can call me a liar
I'll call you a fraud
Maybe we should admit that we're both kinda off
But I could be your Elvis for the night
Yeah you could dress me up just right
I'll do a real nice impression
But deep down I'm just guessing
In a cheap suit rolling dice
Dancing to a devil in disguise
I'll still be counting my lucky sevens
I'll be your knockoff Elvis
I'll be your knockoff Elvis
Yeah, yeah
Why you gotta do that baby
Why you gotta do those things to me
Why you gotta do that baby
Why you gotta do those things to me
Credits
Writer(s): Andy Tongren, Julian Dimagiba, Steve Patrick, Mike Pepe, Maximiliano Iantorno
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